In Store

Before you wake from your slumber
I am already engaged in battle, not dumber
My silence is not rejection
Despite my depression

I fight in the echoes of my own screams
Almost like going berserk it seems
But you know what is great
Before you know it you’re at the Gate

As one of the few who ascended His Mountain
And drank from His Holy Fountain
I have revealed much already so far
And want to do so from afar

My Lord laid low that mountain pass
Now His eye is on that ceiling made of glass
About to break the status quo
Makes you wonder what’s in store though

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